A stalemate as appetizer
Romance ·I wrote this 100 word microfiction for the NYC midnight contest. The story had to be a Romance, use the word “rank” and the action of “cooking” had to take place in the story.
They agree on the rules as the men set the chessboard on the table: one piece devoured, one clothing layer discarded.
Like soldiers hiding within their ranks on opposite sides of the battlefield, they stare at each other flirtatiously.
The dark one cooks up a plan, one of direct assaults and teasing retreats.
The pale one mounts a nervous defence.
The tension rises to a lustful heat, despite the clothing shed.
A pawn advances, forking two pieces. Its opponent’s blood boils with as much rage as admiration.
The lone kings are left in their nakedness, ready for the main course.